To you, I don't exist...

Don’t come to me when I won’t know you’re near enough to touch me. If I cannot awake just know, what I’ve come to accept you as is written in stone. My calling isn’t your excuse to say goodbye one last time. If you’re not here don’t bother with the half hearted bs you hide behind as I lay as still as still can be. Worth doesn’t come after the facts of use that was never shown. We’re not even associates so claiming we were ever friends would be yet another bold face lie. Don’t ever cry for a stranger you didn’t care to know. I won’t be to awake at the wake you need to be absent at. Verbalizing that, my truth is I’m better off knowing you don’t exist. For outta my head you’re finally gone. No more memories, no delusions, no bs. If I’m free don’t appear before the ones I luv. You don’t belong in the same room mourning their loss. Have some fuckin respect for once in your life. You don’t deserve to witness my last moments of what everyone will remember of me. You can’t comfort anyone in my life. And you're regrets don’t matter so live with them as I sleep. I’m not weak I just won’t have the capability to defend myself as you whisper in the crowd. Like the breeze you flow so just fuck off and enjoy out living me. It’ll be a smile I’m sure you’d be proud of. One last laugh at my expense is what I do expect. Do you and leave me alone…